It couldn’t take long
to even the keel
and separate the man from
the bird.
Mostly it took
nor even nor book
to licence the thrill
from its rook
-ery of chance.
Never before had the man
opened doors of the heart
and it’s whimsical place
on the hearth. But
no one ensured that the
right comes once more
as the wily men
of the Nansook poured
forth with their
anger for the tumult
and furs.
In the end it was just
to fight with mere listening
at the trials of the
men and machine.
But ever so long
it reported in song
that the hills were
now vacant of longing
for the arrow to shoot
the man with the loot
and it came about
that all were involute.
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